Day three. After White Castle we hit a white out. The highway turned to ice, after seeing our seventh smashed car we desided to stop in Iowa City. After a long dinner at The Village Inn I was in the middle of one of my fabulous stories about Coco Peru, when we realized the full restaurant was completely quite. Oops!
This morning we are up and well rested. The roads are still very icy, fifteen wrecked cars so far. But, in a moving van. I'm sure we're heavy enough to stay on I-80. Pray for us. And my hair.